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Welcome To The Jungle [Show Recap]

Hey Soul Mates,
well, here we are. Blog entry #299. I feel like I'm assured of my spot in Cooperstown, now. More than Fergie Jenkins, but fewer than Gaylord Perry.

Tonight's show at Safari Sam's was hot. Literally. The lighting on the stage was so bright we were drenched halfway through the first song. But the energy was excellent and so was the monitor mix. It was our first time playing the venue. It's got a lot going for it. It's all ages, has free parking and good sound. A trifecta that most Hollywood venues sorely lack.

Our performance was part of
IPO Los Angeles. David Bash is earning his place in Rush Hour Soul lore. Thanks to him, we've gotten some great opportunities lately and we'll be playing IPO San Fran in two weeks. Watch out, City by the Bay. It was a great night for us. Even with the shorter festival set. We came out of the gates with A Talent For Loving, something we haven't done in almost a year. After Ingenue, we debuted our new song, I Can't Cry For You which went over very well with the Soul Mates in attendance. It's got some dead heavy riffing going on and Doug's drumming is tremendous on it. Battering ram to the heart. Lots of you, at the show, wanted to know what the heck I was singing; especially on the stuttering bridge. I'll print the lyrics below the set list.

The rest of the show was high-flying. No ballads tonight. The response was so overwhelming that we got an encore. Since it's IPO, we figured we'd do the poppiest thing we know: Supermodels With Gatling Guns. It was fun to watch the runway stroll of the veteran Soul Mates during the bridge.

Set List:
A Talent For Loving
Everyone's Ingenue
I Can't Cry For You (debut)
U Had The $
Down By Love
Fall Out

Encore: Supermodels With Gatling Guns

I hope all of you picked up your copy of the IPO souvenir program. They are free at the shows. The one for LA also covers SF. Toward the back you'll find our mugs in the "yearbook" section. In other cool news, a bunch of our fans were interviewed after our set by someone who said they were from Spin magazine. Thanks to the Soul Mates for representing RHS. We certainly wouldn't complain about a mention in Spin.

Los Angeles cultural recommendation: If you have some time, the Getty's got a couple of great new exhibits. We spent the afternoon there today. The
Italian Futurist exhibit, "A Tumultuous Assembly," which opened on the 1st, really captivated me. I could've looked at the reconstructed poems for hours. Might have to go back. It's superstylized art/poetry/math from the 1910's. Check the link. If you go, be sure to listen to the performance of Dunes by two Italian actors. Fascinating to hear the poem come to life with all of it's onomatopoeia and word play along with the stunning visual. If you are into poetry, typefaces and fonts or have ever worked a printing press (yes, very 20th Century, I know), you'll enjoy it. It's as indescribable as I make it out to be.

Time to turn in. It was a successful evening down in Hollywood. More of the same up North in a few weeks. In the meantime, I have to decide if I'm going into the Hall Of Fame as an Indian or a Dodger. I've got something good for #300.
Love, Power, Peace

Lyrics for "I Can't Cry For You"

Told you I didn't want you parking here no more
So why is it that you are darkening my door?
The one that you forsook me for is Mr Wrong
Call your sister, ring a bell and bang a gong because

I can't cry for you
There's nothing left to shed
I can't cry for you
You left our love for dead
I can't cry for you
You get no sympathy
I can't cry for you
Did you cry for me?

I need you like I need a call to 911
Hearing about your broken heart just isn't fun
You're calling me some pet names that I never had
Trust me, I'd be laughing if it wasn't so sad, because

I can't cry for you
There's nothing left to shed
I can't cry for you
You left our love for dead
I can't cry for you
You get no sympathy
I can't cry for you
Did you cry for me?

C-C-C-Could you cry
D-D-D-Did you cry
W-W-W-Would you cry
G-G-G-Go ahead and cry because

I can't cry for you
There's nothing left to shed
I can't cry for you
You left our love for dead
I can't cry for you
You get no sympathy
I can't cry for you
Did you cry for me?

(Copyright 2006 Farrar/Kelsey, published by Mighty Ohio Music (BMI). Lyrics printed by permission and my own dang typing!)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Guys, the new song "I can't cry for you," was FANTASIC! You boys get better and better and it has been too long since us Soul Mates saw you live!!

I'm looking forward to hearing how the SF peeps take to you all.

I wish you guys so much success!!
Anonymous said…
L-L-L Love the new song.
Anonymous said…
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWow! loved the gig! loved the audience - aren't they great?
Such energy onstage and off - you guys are terrific!

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